#Chapter136
The Harper Cousins
Oliver
Splash!
What the hell? I jerked up from my bed soaked in water. I wiped my face to have Deacon standing in my room, holding a bucket.
/"Why the hell did you do that?/" I grabbed a shirt and dried off my face—the wrong decision. Damn, I need to do laundry. I tossed the shirt into the hamper.
/"We start college next week, and you’re sleeping your life away./"
/"What does it matter?/" I squinted at Deacon.
/"Stop sulking. It’s not great for the soul or you./" Deacon shrugged, tossing the bucket.
/"People wallow when they’re feeling down. It’s an instinct./"
/"Conner, not calling you after locking lips doesn’t constitute you wallowing. Plus, you didn’t call him./"
/"He’s busy./"
/"With what?/"
/"Not calling me./"
Deacon’s right eye twitched. How does a person disagree with sense?
